Afterlife Diner Novels & Stories

It was that cold. It didnt feel welcoming anymore. It didnt feel like home anymore. It just felt like some haunted house in the middle of the cemetary. Not that he didn't love his nanny. He just still couldn't bear the fact she was no more. The house was a painful reminder to him. He didnt like it. "Ok." "I think the lasagne is ready." Damien got up and went to the kitchen. He got plates and took their dinner out of the oven. Ashleigh joined him in the kitchen. She took out forks and helped him serve the lasagne on plates. They had their dinner in the bedroom conversating here and there.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

When my wife, Rosalie Wood, had her first meal after she regained consciousness, the attending doctor, Ethan Joeman, took my seat. He cut the steak while he pointed at her rosy face and looked at me with open defiance. “Do you know how medical miracles happen? It is not because of your constant presence. It is because of my in‑depth treatment.” My fingers that held the knife and fork turned pale. Ethan grew even more brazen. His feet rubbed against my wife's calves under the table. “A person in a vegetative state can still feel things. Every night after you left, I did awakening therapy for her. She said her body could not move, yet the sense of being conquered made her feel as though her

I made coffee with shaky hands, then finally picked up my phone and called Kendra. She answered on the third ring, voice bright and sleepy. “Babe? It’s literally ten in the morning on a Saturday. Are you dying?” I swallowed hard. “I slept with the guy I delivered to last night at his Penthouse, his name is Adrian.” I said it like I was reading a script. Dead silence. Then a loud squeal that made me pull the phone away from my ear. “Wait — what?! Lena, tell me you’re joking right now!”

She looks away first. Bad hiding. Again. LUS remains silent. Again. Maya’s pencil pauses over the clipboard. Then keeps moving. Not now. The dead come once, mid-afternoon, drawn by crane noise and hammering. Six of them, staggering up the service lane with the stubborn entitlement of customers arriving after closing. Miles handles three. Marcus handles two. The last gets close enough to the new gate for Maya to test the angle. She lets it enter the dogleg. Lets it turn blind. Lets Eli drop it from above with one clean strike.

The seemingly peaceful life she led as an adult would come crashing down. She went inside Kara-Mae and took a seat at a corner booth. The position allowed her to see everyone and thing in the restaurant. This diner had survived a lot of hardships, including the apocalypse, and was considered the oldest historical site in the area. Officials came there to eat and relax. It was popular with the older generation that lived through the end of time. This was a well-known place. And if the police had given out images of her, she would’ve been caught. But they hadn’t. fortunately for her.

They watched as it reduced to ashes with its embers glowing and reflecting light upon their faces—and their fears *** MICKEY, ISA, AND AGATHA sat on the farthest booth away from the people in a crowd-less diner somewhere near Occam Park. The diner was an old, renovated shipping container with galvanized walls and linoleum flooring. A 40-something woman with rolled-up hair and heavily blushed cheeks came up to them donning an apron and with a notepad in hand. “Anything?” she soullessly asked. “A double quarter pounder for me please and a side of spiced up fries,” replied Isa. “Vegan Frankenstein burger for me,” replied Agatha. “Just a mayonnaise sandwich,” uttered Mickey.

They drove for a bit until they came upon an 50’s style diner. “This looks perfect! I can get a milkshake too.” Alys happily hopped out. They walked in and sat down at a shiny blue booth with a jukebox on the table, a waitress came over in a pink poodle skirt and white blouse to hand them menus. Alys ended up getting a burger with onion rings and a chocolate milkshake, while Aiden got Philly Cheese Steak sandwich and fries. Alys downed her meal and even started to steal some of Aiden’s fries. “Wow, you really were hungry!” He laughed as she stuffed another fry in her mouth.

Rai grabbed Al's collar roughly, "You didn't smell it? It's Diana! It's Diana's smell!" Al raised an eyebrow, "How do I know! That woman has been bitten by you! I can't smell the scent! Especially in this cold air," he replied, throwing Rai's hand away. "...Ray..." "Huh? Did you hear that?" Rai asked. Al tried to hear, "I didn't hear anything!" "...RAI!" "Someone called my name," said Rai. "God is calling you to return to the afterlife!" replied Al who was still annoyed with Rai's attitude.

And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife." This was my final punishment for them. I would never forgive them forever.